Knocking At The Door

He smiled at the mention of Hannibal’s brother she seemed to have gotten around quite a lot. Perhaps he could use that. “Tell me, what do you think of those two? The Klein’s?” He asked then waited for her answer. Moses had proven to be a poor spy reporting only what he found interesting, which was hardly anything useful to the lightning king.

He still wasn’t quite sure how willing the woman was to serve him, although her enthusiasm was unmistakable. A plan began to unfurl in his mind to root out what the intentions of his other members were and hopefully to provide a suitable rank for the scarred female. “Would you mind…Doing something for me?” He asked suddenly, his eyes alight with malicious intent.